Baby Voyeurs

Slip up and the blood
reminds

down down past my leg

keep them coming
keep them up
the flow of consequence

Every baby born
is the first thought
and after thought too
and every baby not born
is the second guess

And both sides are
laughing down
at their single
self barren mother
wanting her to forget
her self

And let one slip
let one slip by her
and stay in awhile live
inside and while later
beside her

They remind me as they
pace
to and fro in the clouds
tapping their fingers on
each others naked thighs
waiting for her
waiting to be led down

Margaret Elysia Garcia
from A Myth is a Legend of Ourselves